Текст и перевод песни Krankšvester - Gaber

Gaber

Preko-preko-preko-preko
Preko tjedna gospoda, vikendom smo gamad
Gutamo tu gudrovinu kao neki šaman
Od kluba do kluba, od rejva do rejva
Brate, samo loudam, malo toga sejvam
Gutanje, gudranje, onda bubanje, pumpanje
Onda lizanje, dudlanje, onda tucanje pa kljucanje
Ne znam kog sam jebo niti dal' sam jebo nju il' njega
Nije bitno, brate, treba samo jebat, jebat, jebat

Krvarim iz nozdrva, možda sam se tuko
Bijelo ispod nosa, možda sam previše vuko
Budim se u tuđoj kući, ponekad garaži
Budim se u autu, u parku il' na plaži
Nekad se ne probudim neg' jednostavno umrem
Uskrsnem dan kasnije, mamuran ko đubre
Odem ispod tuša da se operem od smrti
Onda nazad do tog kluba gdje mi DJ Gaber vrti

Nisam gay, al' DJ, jebi me u glavu
Nisam gay, al' DJ, jebi me u glavu
Nisam gay, al' DJ, jebi me u glavu
Jebi me u glavu
Jebi me u glavu

Čujem da večeras ima dobar party u gradu
Pušta disko džokej koji vrti rave po Novom Sadu
Kažu da je dobar i da pušta samo dobar gaber
Dolazimo ja i frend i njegov spaljeni burazer
Bit će droge, bit će svega, diler nam je moj kolega
Koji izašo je iz zatvora, ima dva-tri tjedna
Odma roknem jedan ekser, ljubim ljude oko sebe
Jer sam vesel, daj mi samo rejva jer me gudra trese

Kad ponese dobar ritam, kao luđak glavom gibam
Uzmem mobitel u ruke, počnem dobre pičke slikat
Dečki jedu govna jer misle da ih barim
Al' ne kuže da sam to već jebo, brate, prošli parti
DJ vrti ploču, ja prstenjačim na flooru
Neku ribu koje ljetos sam upozno na moru
Samo ljubav oko mene, volim drogu, volim žene
Nisam derpe, ali volim kad DJ dobro jebe

Nisam gay, al' DJ, jebi me u glavu
Nisam gay, al' DJ, jebi me u glavu
Nisam gay, al' DJ, jebi me u glavu
Jebi me u glavu
Jebi me u glavu

Daj mi samo gudre, pa makar brate umrem
Ako nema para, za drogu dat ću dupe
Dragi moj DJ-u, zavrti meni Gaber
To je tako dobro, ko senf i safalade
Yo! Kada brate umrem, na grobu nek mi plešu
Neka DJ pušta jungle dok se uplakani krešu
Bože uzmi ISIS, koleru i sušu
I vrati DJ Bobu, Scootera, Marushu

Jebi me u glavu
Jebi me u glavu
Jebi, jebi, jebi, jebi
Jebi me u glavu

Nisam gay, al' DJ, jebi me u glavu
Nisam gay, al' DJ, jebi me u glavu
Nisam gay, al' DJ, jebi me u glavu
Jebi me u glavu
Jebi me u glavu

Gaber

Over-over-over-over
Gentlemen during the week, we're scum on weekends
We're swallowing this gudrovina like some shaman
From club to club, from rave to rave
Brother, I'm just loudin', I'm barely savin'
Swallowing, growling, then banging, pumping
Then licking, sucking, then pounding and then locking
I don't know who I fucked, or if I fucked her or him
It doesn't matter, brother, just gotta fuck, fuck, fuck

I'm bleeding from my nostrils, maybe I was fighting
White under my nose, maybe I've been snorting too much
I wake up in a stranger's house, sometimes a garage
I wake up in a car, in a park or on the beach
Sometimes I don't wake up, I just simply die
I resurrect a day later, hungover like trash
I go under the shower to wash off death
Then back to that club where DJ Gaber spins

I'm not gay, but DJ, fuck me in the head
I'm not gay, but DJ, fuck me in the head
I'm not gay, but DJ, fuck me in the head
Fuck me in the head
Fuck me in the head

I hear there's a good party in town tonight
A disco jockey is spinning rave in Novi Sad
They say he's good and only plays good gabber
My friend and his burnt-out brother are coming with me
There will be drugs, there will be everything, the dealer is my colleague
Who got out of jail two or three weeks ago
I immediately slam a pill, I kiss the people around me
Because I'm happy, just give me rave because the gudra is shaking me

When a good rhythm takes over, I shake my head like a madman
I take my phone in my hands, I start taking pictures of hot chicks
The guys are eating shit because they think I'm hitting on them
But they don't understand that I already fucked that, bro, last party
DJ is spinning the record, I'm breakdancing on the floor
Some girl I met at the seaside this summer
Just love all around me, I love drugs, I love women
I'm not a perv, but I love it when the DJ fucks good

I'm not gay, but DJ, fuck me in the head
I'm not gay, but DJ, fuck me in the head
I'm not gay, but DJ, fuck me in the head
Fuck me in the head
Fuck me in the head

Just give me gudra, even if I die, bro
If there's no money, I'll give my ass for drugs
My dear DJ, spin some Gabber for me
It's so good, like mustard and bologna
Yo! When I die, bro, let them dance on my grave
Let the DJ play jungle while they cry and make out
God, take ISIS, cholera and drought
And bring back DJ Bobo, Scooter, Marusha

Fuck me in the head
Fuck me in the head
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck me in the head

I'm not gay, but DJ, fuck me in the head
I'm not gay, but DJ, fuck me in the head
I'm not gay, but DJ, fuck me in the head
Fuck me in the head
Fuck me in the head